[Old Sarge]

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and think of dirty things
Of deviant Dwarves who suck their toes
and elves who drub their dings

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and dream exotic dreams
Of Dragons who dress in rubber clothes
and trolls who do it in teams

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a Goblin who goes in for a few no no’s
Or an Orc with a thing about glue

And all the while I sit and pick
I think of such jolly things
Of whips and screws and leather slacks
Of frottages and stings.

[ArGee]

We are the stealthy Green Tupees.
Stalking nights and snoozing days.
A team of silent, nasty men
Who all think Sorehead's numbah ten

Draw their fire!
Flank on right!
Narcs retire!
Fight, team, fight!

Using every dirty trick
From booby trap to punji stick.
We hardly need the strength of thirty
When we can win by playing diry.

Two, four, six, eight
Tiptoe, sneak, and infiltrate!
Cha, cha, cha!